Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Japan,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.